One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella by Nikki Sloane Page B

her look regal. She was beautiful, which was good. Her looks would help her during negotiations. A little older than me, but still young.
    “You’ve done this before?” I asked her as I stripped off my clothes and hung them in the empty, open-faced locker in the dressing room. Dominic had been sequestered into one of the holding rooms downstairs, while Joseph went to his office.
    My fiancé hadn’t been thrilled with this plan, but I felt like I owed Joseph. I’d abandoned him twice in the last year, first when I’d quit, and once again when I’d gone back to Japan. So I told Dominic I wanted this, and gave him the reminder that he’d be running the show when I was on the table. Total control over me.
    So, he was on board.
    Regan’s voice was pleasant. “I shadowed with Nina and Tara several times. I know I’m new, but trust me. I’ll get the most I can out of him.”
    Even though it came off sounding arrogant, I liked it. Sales were all about confidence, and this woman had it in spades.
    I slipped an arm into the silk robe while her gaze lingered at the tattoo on my hip, but she said nothing. She seemed comfortable when I’d gotten naked, not staring, but not averting her eyes either. Like she was assessing me as a product, which was good. I dug through my black hole of a purse until I located a tube of lipstick and went to the mirror to apply it.
    “You’re sure you’re up for this?” she asked. “Joseph said you haven’t been back very long.”
    I pressed my lips together, spreading the color evenly. We’d decided for a cover story that I’d left Dominic back in Japan, returned to Chicago bitter from the breakup, and flat broke. I was ready to get back to the blindfold club and start earning money.
    “Fuck yeah. I might be a little rusty, but I haven’t forgotten what to do.” I gave her a wink. Not that there was all that much to it. I’d be bound, blindfolded, and not supposed to speak.
    “All right. Let’s go make some money.” She hooked in her earpiece and motioned toward the door.
    If Regan was nervous about her first solo sale, she didn’t show it. Her heels clicked steadily over the floor when she pushed open the door to Room Two and led me inside. She moved with practiced efficiency to prepare. First, the lights, then the thermostat, and finally she went to the cushioned table in the center.
    A drawer squeaked as I slipped the robe off and hung it on the hook. Regan already had the straps tethered to the anchors on the table when I made my way toward her.
    “Joseph mentioned the client is already in the holding room,” she said, subtly telling me not to dawdle. Wealthy men didn’t wait for pussy. “Did he tell you anything about the appointment? I figure he’s someone important for Joseph to schedule in the middle of the week.”
    “Maybe,” I said with forced casualness. It was hilarious how excited I was about the favor. Dominic and I were both going to enjoy this role-play.
    Regan rushed through the final stages of setup so I was bound and had the blindfold in place, and she signaled Joseph through her comm that we were ready. There was no sound from her other than her soft breathing. She didn’t bother to move to the chair in the corner to wait, knowing it wouldn’t be long.
    In the dark and quiet, my body began to respond. Goosebumps pebbled on my skin and anticipation hardened my nipples into knots. I licked my lips, waiting impatiently for him.
    “Good afternoon, sir,” Regan’s voice purred.
    I hadn’t heard the door open, but it shut behind him and Dominic shuffled a few steps closer. My legs slid together, rubbing my knees against each other as desire corded around me. Would he leave the blindfold on this time? The straps, I was sure. I’d called the shots both times we’d been here before, and he wasn’t going to give me an opportunity to do it a third time.
    “Do you like what you see?” Regan asked sincerely. Not pushing, not yet.
    “Yeah, she’s pretty